I come here finally to offend
I will use these words unto the end
For I live & breathe the real world
One not found
Yet always round
For many a year
Not 10000
Or even a few
I have not come here
For you
From the west
I passover easterly resurrection
Confounded direction
Solstice spring
Ever-living
Always dying
Staring at this composition
Find a place of peace
For my disposition
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